A clementine
Of inclement climate
Grows tart.
A crocus
Too stoic to open,
Won’t.
Like an oyster
That cloisters a spoil of pearls,
Untouched—
The heart that’s had
Enough
Stays shut.
“Poem” by Jill Alexander Essbaum
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Terrific!
So. Effing. Good.